Jaded

You don’t have to roil my emotions every time I’m up there, do you? I’m just utterly displeased by your ugly display of greed and nosiness, and it leaves a worse aftertaste simply because you’re supposed to be the exemplary figure for us, and yet your behavior is no better than a preschooler. In the first place, you should have chosen NOT to extort my dinner from me just 2 days ago, and you had to make absolutely crude and vulgar remarks of my sister. Yes, she might have been in the wrong, but throwing the word “bullshit” in her face was definitely the last straw. Any self-respecting person of senior status would think thrice about spouting such profanities at a 12-year-old kid, but you chose to victimize my sister at your own pleasure. Your gluttonous habits are even more annoying, and I can’t believe the rest of the seniors in the family are just letting you have your own deem fit way.
Respect? NEVER.
I won’t even give you a chance to bullshit me.

Christmas Eve was well spent, with a dinner with Jack. A pity Skyler couldn’t join us due to a family gathering. You see, when two vocalists get together, ALL we would talk about was music, music and more music. Besides the unanimous agreement that David’s the ultimate maestro of Mandarin R&B, we talked a lot over dinner and that. Of course, we shared our problems (I mean, what are friends for?), and I guess we both felt better after regurgitating the entire sickening emotional burden we lugged around. Anyway, the queue at Marche was a killer, and we were late by just 10 minutes and the queue was starting to snake. Thank God we didn’t go in a group of 10 (like what some families did), so we got a table within half an hour. Oh, and remind me NEVER to get Rosti again; I couldn’t finish even half the portion, maybe because we were talking half the time. And I was a good girl and bought those delectable fresh-from-the-oven Japanese cream puffs for my family’s supper. Yummy~